17 Oct 2009
Birds tweet, a dog barks, a couple argue bitterly. Bloxwich children rise slowly to breakfast, like Bela Lugosi. Hidden sun. The buzz moves.
19 Oct 2009
Ice-cold in Bloxwich. Leaves spiral on an unswept pave. Kids shiver in school shirts. Blue sky hints, weather computer says NO. The buzz moves.
20 Oct 2009
Mighty tree, incandescent red & green, waves & whispers in wind. Contrail challenges cloud, clawing at sky. Birds fly south. The buzz moves.
21 Oct 2009
The gas men cometh. Hard-workers in holes like moles. Gardens await their Fountain with bated breath. Schools waken. The buzz moves.
22 Oct 2009
Idiots in 4WD's bludgeon their way to school, blocking road and path. Postmen lie sleeping. Politicians wash dirty hands. The buzz moves.
23 Oct 2009
Sun-scalpel lances glowering gloom. Youngsters stride out, knowledge-seekers. Coffee-addicts converse. Leamore lives! The buzz moves.
24 Oct 2009
Cloud lays over land, wet-blanket party-pooper. Wrong kind of leaves cover rails. Birds splutter damply, snails cheer softly. The buzz moves.
25 Oct 2009
Clocks made liars herald Pooh's blustery day, green-gold & blinding blue. Bacon sizzles. One steps beyond. The buzz moves.
26 Oct 2009
In Walsall Bus Station you hear the sound, of effin' and blindin' it's all around. With spittin' an litterin', an' smokin' pot, the concrete UFO's a quite dubious spot. Good job the 61's arrived and I'm on my way to Lichfield, 'innit? The buzz moves.
27 Oct 2009
Raindrops on rowan-tree hang, a universe in reflection. Seagull climbs. Yellow cyclist blurs. Red-light glaring halts time. The buzz moves.
28 Oct 2009
Long shadows outlined in flame. Haze mists o'er all. Tree-skeleton waves arms at sky. All Hallows is nigh. The buzz moves.
29 Oct 2009
Vicar's home beneath a canopy of gold. Firemen sleep like Arthur, ready for the call. Drivers queue to warm the globe. The buzz moves.
30 Oct 2009
Pensioners gather, gaggling goose-like on buses. Shoppers throng as busy ants. Dogs, joyful, celebrate spring in autumn. The buzz moves.
2 Nov 2009
South-sun blinds in blue beyond. Ice-shimmers air, slicing breeze. Albion's banner flies from topless towers, Arthur waking. The buzz moves.
3 Nov 2009
Youngsters swarm, ladybird-like in uniform. Rain-soaked streets mirror sheepish motorists. A village stirs. The buzz moves.
4 Nov 2009
Drivers yawn, sun-blinded, phone in hand. The iron river flows to towers of tedium. Air chokes, carbonized. The buzz moves.
5 Nov 2009
Bright brollies bob, a mushroom forest. Heads down and hurrying, workers make their way. The rain scythes. The buzz moves.
6 Nov 2009
Smoke sours air, Fawkesian legacy. Government reminded, fears vivification of V. Remember, remember... The buzz moves.
7 Nov 2009
Leaves falling herald sleep. Poppies rise and women weep. Steel-eyed veterans answer call. Serve them too, we must not fail. The buzz moves.
9 Nov 2009
Fog o'er all, ice-blanket pierced by watery sun's-eye. Scurrying humanity below, like bugs beneath a duvet. The buzz moves.
11 Nov 2009
11th hour, 11th day. Two minutes of peace. The rest is war, and tears. The Earth stands still. The buzz moves, silent.
12 Nov 2009
Kids march, hopeful. What future? Industry destroyed. Global warming. Overpopulation. War. Time for change. The buzz moves.
Written by Stuart Williams.
Stuart uses 'Twitku' to explore and recount his bus journeys through districts of Bloxwich and Walsall.
